Welcome to MY pleasure dome...

Dear Mr. President
dear mister president come take a walk with me
let's pretend we're just two people and you're not better than me
i'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
what do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
what do you feel when you look in the mirror? are you proud?

(refrain)
how do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
how do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
how do you walk with your head held high?
can you even look me in the eye, and tell me why?

dear mister president, were you a lonely boy?
how can you say "no child is left behind"
we're not dumb and we're not blind
they're all sitting in you shells
why do you pay the road to hell?
what kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she was gay?
i can only imagine what the first lady has to say
you've come a long way from whisky and cocaine

(refrain)

let me tell you about hard work:
middle mom with a baby on the way
let me tell you about hard work
rebuilding your house after the bombs shoot them away
let me tell you about hard work
buildind a bed out of a cardboard bags
let me tell you about hard work, hard work, hard work
you don't know nothing about hard work

how do you sleep at night?
how do you walk with your head held? how?
dear mister president you never take a malk with me...

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